SORRY IT'S TAKEN ME AWHILE TO DO ANOTHER CHAPTER, STARTED OUT BEING BUSY WITH OTHER THINGS AND I ALWAYS LOSE INTEREST IN STORIES UNTIL I REREAD THEM. DIDN'T REREAD THIS ONE TIL TONIGHT, OR I GUESS BY NOW IT'R MORNING… UM, SO IT'S LIKE, A LITTLE BIT LONGER THAN THE OTHER CHAPTERS
Chapter 11
It was about eleven thirty at night and the Cullens had been at the safe house for several hours. All three of the meat heads and Steve were watching television and Jonathan was sitting on a stool at the kitchen bar. Very soon after the two kids had arrived, the goons had moved the four hostages to the bedroom for the night and the woman, Morgan they called her, had went out to take care of some business. Jonathan was just starting on his second beer when she walked back into the cabin.
"I want to see the children." She said and then she walked over to Steve and bent over so that she was face to face with his sitting form. She brushed his cheek with her finger as she asked him, "I see they're not here. Did you put them in the bedroom like I asked?" She stopped brushing his cheek and pulled back slightly, "Or did they escape?"
Steve stuttered, Morgan was very sultry and fierce in looks, and, with her sunglasses off, her eyes were almost red. "N...no ma'am. They're in the bedroom like you asked. Me and Joey put 'em in ourselves."
"Hm." Morgan stood up all the way. "It's a pity almost. I've never seen a Nixyn use its powers in person before. Might have been a thrill. No worries, though. We'll see them rise to their full potential soon enough." Moving, almost gliding, she made her way to Jonathan telling him, "You make sure Steve doesn't get into any trouble while I'm gone, now. I might be in there awhile." Jonathan gave Morgan a nod and she continued out the door of the living area and down the hall to the last door on the right.
The door was open a crack and no light was shining though, telling Morgan that they had probably fallen asleep. Figures as much, considering they had all been smacked around a bit and should be exhausted, especially the younger ones, Edward and Alice. The younger they were the better, really. That is, pertaining to her bosses' "project" the Cullens were needed for. Morgan was more of a freelancer, unconnected otherwise to the cult, and was able to appreciate the irony of the Benglidorians' situation. They had had the father in their grasp for years and never knew it. It took him quitting Benglitech and working for maybe the one person who could stop them for them to realize he was a Nixyn. And, of course, now that they knew, there was no stopping them. Once upon time, the entire Benglidore cult had powers like the Nixyns, but they faded over time, the gene got washed out over centuries of cross-breeding with the general public, lower beings, if I may be so bold. The Nixyns' abilities had somehow held on stronger and the Cullens were the key. To capture them and to help extract their abilities though, Morgan was the key. And Morgan had some interesting abilities of her own. Pushing the door open, she could see the mother laying on the couch, the older brother on the armchair and Alice and Edward on either side of the bed. The room had no windows and, as a precaution, the mother and brother were chained to the wall and the other two handcuffed to the bedposts. Morgan found it understandable that the mother would want her two babies in the most comfortable spot after what they had been through.
"I hope you all enjoyed your nap." Morgan kept her voice at medium level, loud enough to wake them up, but not quite so to startle them. Esme was the first to open her eyes. She was a little groggy at first, but upon seeing Morgan, she shot up right away.
"What do you want with my children?" The two women's eyes locked. "I heard your thugs talking. You need them for something. What is it?"
Morgan entered the room completely, turned on the light and closed the door behind her. "Stevey does have a big mouth, doesn't he?" She'd deal with him later. "And yes, I work for some people who are very interested in finding out what your kids are capable of." Emmett had awoken and was putting his hand on his mother's shoulder for support but wasn't saying anything. Esme looked around at her kids. She knew exactly what they were capable of.
"Then why me? Why go to the trouble of taking me? I'm sure you know perfectly well that I don't have any of these… powers." Esme was stiff, trying her best to look challenging.
"What are you talking about, Mom?" Alice slurred out the words. She and Edward weren't looking to hot and neither of them seemed to have fully woken yet.
Morgan cocked an eyebrow. "You haven't told them?"
It was apparent that Emmett was fighting the urge to ask his mother what the hell they were talking about and what she'd been keeping from him, but he stayed silent and gritted his teeth, trying to be on his mom's side, one hundred percent. Esme repeated, "Well, what do you want with them?"
"Mom?" Esme put a hand up to her daughter, eyes never leaving Morgan.
"To study them. To observe." Morgan said, pointedly. "You'll find out more, later. Right now, we're going to focus on what I am going to do with them."
Esme's face changed as she started to look worried.
"Don't worry. I just want to talk you all. Is that alright with you?" Esme considered the question. "And if it isn't," Morgan continued, "I can make them talk. Or go get my thugs to do it."
"Emmett, Edward, Alice, answer her questions." Esme said and then looked at Morgan, "And don't you lay a finger on them."
Morgan smiled, "Wouldn't dream of it."
From the doorway, the head of the queen-sized bed was pushed against the middle of the left wall and both the sofa and the chair were to the right of the bed, facing the door. Morgan walked to the left side of the bed, where Edward lied, still sleeping. He was on his side facing his sister, his casted right leg covering his left. Neither of them were under the covers. Morgan looked at the boy, slightly perplexed. "Is there something wrong with him?" She asked Esme.
"He's exhausted." Esme spat back. "I'm sure his leg's killing him and he's probably having trouble breathing. I really don't think he's up to talking to you at the moment." She had thought about not telling any of their captors about Alice and Edward's asthma, but Edward's wheezing was probably enough to give at least him away and Esme had also wanted to ask Jonathan to give back Alice's purse which had an inhaler in it. He denied her request, stating that they didn't need the medicine. That it was all psychological and that it would pass. It never did pass with Edward without his inhaler and both Emmett and Esme were relieved when he had calmed down enough to fall asleep. It wasn't good for his body, they knew, to do nothing, but sleep was the best remedy they were going to get at that point.
"Later, then." Morgan said then stroked Edward's hair. He moaned a little in response but his eyes were kept shut. "I'll start with you" she said, after tossing Emmett a set of keys. "For your cuffs. We'll talk in the other room; let your family rest…"
Emmett unlocked himself and he and Morgan had left to other room. They were gone for an hour before Morgan brought Emmett back and took away Alice. She, too, was out of the room for exactly an hour. There were clocks in every room and the one in the bedroom ticked so loudly that it was impossible to overlook. Esme had been watching it intently since their sleep was disturbed. The exact integrals had seemed a little bit odd to her, but once all of her kids were back and Morgan had gone, she left the thought alone and focused on her children. Morgan was at least decent enough not to have bothered Edward.
"Baby," she said to Alice, "can you check on your brother for me?" They were in their initial positions in the bedroom and Alice was the only one within touching distant of her little brother. She was fully awake and somehow more lively after talking to Morgan. Talking seemed to have had an opposite effect on Emmett, who was quietly sulking in his armchair.
"Yeah, of course." Alice turned so she was in a better position to check her brother out. He was curled the best he could into a ball but he had managed to twist the hand that was cuffed to the bed into a pretty awkward position. When she took a closer look, she realized that his wrist was bleeding. "Mom," she said, "he's not awake and he's bleeding. That's not normal, right?" Her voice was starting to sound panicky. "He should be able to feel it and wake up!"
Esme was trying to keep calm, "Is he breathing?"
"Yeah, but, Mom—" Her mother cut her off.
"Then he's okay for now. People can hurt themselves in their sleep if they're out hard enough. He'll be fine sweetie." She said this more to convince herself than to convince her daughter. They were in this horrible situation, kidnapped for God's sake, and Esme couldn't afford to break down in front of her kids. "Emmett." She lightly slapped his arm with the back of her hand.
Coughing, Emmett let out, "Yeah."
"Do you think that you could aim your shoe well enough to hit the light switch? It's really late, I think we should all try to get some sleep. Keep our strength up."
"Yeah, I think I can do that." Emmett untied his shoe and tossed it at the opposite wall, hitting the switch on his first try, making the room pitch black. Within five minutes, all four of the Cullens were asleep again.
SERIOUSLY, DON'T EVEN ASK… HAHA I DON'T EVEN KNOW
